The next morning, I met an attorney named Arthur Vance.
I showed him my transfers. I showed him messages. I showed him the video I had recorded from behind the fence.
Arthur watched it twice.
Then he asked, “Did you specifically instruct your mother to use these transfers for Phedra and the house?”
“Every month.”
“Written?”
“Sometimes.”
“Find every message.”
He did not promise arrests. He did not tell me we could magically take everything from my family by making them sign one clever document. He told me something better.
“Let them give us the records.”
So I did.
For the next six days, I behaved as though the million-dollar settlement had made me forgiving.
Godfrey suddenly visited Phedra with flowers.
Selina brought soup.
Neither had done those things before I mentioned the money.
They asked about the settlement constantly.
“When does it clear?”
“Soon.”
“Will it come to the account here?”
